10/22/2026
You know those thoughts that shake you out of sleep at 2 AM?
Well, then there are the other kind that are already keeping you awake during the wee hours of pre-dawn.
Although I was vaguely aware that I had spent the last year+ attempting to cultivate one-on-one relationships with ER doctors at my local hospital to help not only to share about CC, but also to help myself, struck me hard. One by one, I’ve gently been pushing my fingers to the pulse of a handful of ER doctors to become more human to them.
My semiconscious idea was that if I could share CC with them as a collaborative resource, something intended to help connect providers and patients, maybe, just maybe they would recognize me as more than a chronic occupant of their tiny rooms. Maybe, I could be somebody they could get to know as a person and and vice versa. Maybe building rapport outside of a medical environment could translate to me feeling a little safer inside the medical environment.
That’s a lot of maybes, right?
I had a rude awakening last week that this bread trail of maybe I’ve been stringing myself along just got gobbled up. Honestly, I’ve spent the last week sitting in a corner of self-pity and frustration, feeling like the bridge I’ve been trying to build between providers and patients, just got burned to soot.
“To hell with Care Cards!” I threaten nobody but myself. But I only mean it a little bit.
I suddenly feel embarrassingly, ashamedly naïve for thinking I could befriend people who have made me feel like the enemy with tiny pieces of paper and a passionate vision.
But I also feel proud.
What does it say about the state of healthcare when a patient feels she must take time to personally cultivate relationships with doctors outside of the hospital in order to be treated with dignity inside the hospital?
What kind of burden does the status quo place upon patients to go to such effort to simply be treated with respect in medicine?
What does it mean when these efforts to genuinely build human connection and community are quashed?
It means you’re shaking the bedrock that the infrastructure of inequity stands upon.
It means you’re on the right path.